#Sometimes-Trickster-Fox

[turochamp]

yuri p. as a marbled polecat, victor as an arctic fox and yuri k. as an otter, which is an animal i actually do not like drawing. i may draw him as a fox as well? it makes enough sense... then again he could also be a bunny... i know they have multiple canon fursonas but plisetsky as a weasel is a hill i will die on. and marbled polecat being patterned like a junjle cat is PERFECT. the beast.

[scalpho]

pib and pinocchio being best friends and pib ALSO being the cat from pinocchio's story (ie. he tries to rob pinocchio, gets his paw bitten off by pinocchio and subsequently attempts to hang him) is wild and has potential that i can't hammer down but. there's definitely something there

[yandere-daydreams]

your puppy!yuuta got me thinking about being hybrid!sukuna mate🗣️he'd either be regular house cat(probably stray) or a tiger

i did actually want to write a hybrid sukuna piece sometime soon, but,,, he's such a hard character to pin down T-T there's a lot of options, but nothing that really clicks, so if i may present some options for the judges:

Stray Cat!Sukuna, who's the scrappiest, most feral tomcat you've ever met. He's quick to hiss, covered in scars, and yours is the only house he'd ever be seen inside of (and, even then, he'd rather not be seen spending time with a human). He lets himself in through open windows, helps himself to any meat you've got on-hand, and only ever purrs when he's asleep or ""scenting"" an article of your clothing. He's a nuisance of a cat, and even if you wanted to, you'd never be able to get rid of him. If he's going to put up with a human, that human's going to have to be his mate, and that's not a decision he needs your input on.

Tiger!Sukuna, who's less of a predator and more of a king. Most carnivorous hybrids only hunt out of necessity, but not Sukuna - he seems to take joy in cutting down anything that crosses his path. He's a beast, even for a big cat, but around you, he might as well be a housecat - always purring and sprawling across your lap, making sure that you know that he'd rather chew off his own foot than ever dig his teeth into you. It'd be a sweeter sentiment, if you weren't so aware that his kindness doesn't extend to those he feels have spent a little too much time too near to his territory.

Fox!Sukuna, who's as fox-like as they come. He's mischievous at the best of times, but he's more like a trickster spirit than a forest hybrid, always teasing and taking advantage of his kind-hearted, empty-headed rabbit mate. You're always getting stuck in his snares and falling for his silver tongue and somehow, you always end up on your hands and knees, drooling and sobbing as he forces you to take his knot. It's just unfair, but as a smaller prey hybrid, you don't have any other choice but to rely on him. No matter how mean he might be to you, Sukuna always makes sure to take good care of his stupid little mate <3

[punksocks]

Astro Observations No.12:

-just my opinions, take them with a grain of salt !

-Does anyone else notice that Taurus in the big 6 (but even more in the big 3) gives people a square/sturdy look about them.? Their head or their hair or even their hands or their torso (more rectangular but ykno same rule applies) some physical aspect of them tends to be squared off.

-Omg nobody likes showing off their significant other like a fixed Venus! (If they really like them ofc)

-Mars in 1st/Aries risings walk really fast and are always going like they’re got places to be even when they’re just wandering around.

-Said this in my astro analysis on the show You but like, Mars in Asc/Aries rising women can have a bit like not like other girls or I mostly get guy friends vibe a lot of the time. Sometimes I notice this with Aries moon women as well (sometimes they think they’re above more traditionally feminine women sometimes they don’t, this depends on how they’re socialized imo)

-Scorpio/Chiron rising may have tattoos heal especially well on their body (it’s scarification after all)

-Men/Masc folks with heavy water placements tend to be…tumultuous. I think its a cross of how masculinity is defined societally (patriarchy is such a thing) and the intense emotionality that water heavy folks already tend to experience. I think developed water heavy guys can be very comforting and emotionally in tuned and have a very nuanced sense of masculinity, but they usually have a lot of work to do to get there. Heavy Scorpio placements are known for this but Men with Cancer in the big 6 have a lot of work to do with their relationship to women & femmes/feminity/their mothers/ being nurturing/healthy emotional expression.

-Where Capricorn is can show where you’re picky and a bit rigid in your expression- Venus means you’re picky about who you romance and befriend and you can be critical of your friends and partners; moon means you express your emotions in very particular ways and can be rigid in naming your harder feelings etc.

-No matter how sweet someone is, if they have a fire Mercury they’re gonna say something out of pocket (they’re gonna go too far with a joke or something) to you just because they’re a fire Mercury. No filter imo.

-Do Gemini Venus women appear fox like or is that just something I see? Lol (maybe true for Gemini Asc as well?)

-Mercurial risings do tend to look youthful and mischievous, I believe Mercury is a trickster god in mythology and I see that all over virgo/gemini Asc. Just a sparkle of mischief in their eyes even if they’re not up to anything nefarious. Also they frequently have people guess they’re much younger than they are.

-It’s so interesting that no mater how dark Scorpio risings look kids are often like totally chill with them or even drawn to them. I’ve had kids stare and approach me. Idk why, I do feel protective over my siblings but those are kids I know lol. Maybe it’s Pisces in 5th? Giving a ethereal and empathetic approach to children in general? Food for thought. (Once a tiny girl complimented my hair from a car window and I thought I was hearing things then I saw her and I was like :,0 thank you precious child and that was that lol)

-Earth moons can have a special soothing relationship with animals, like calming for the animals and the moon natives. It’s almost symbiotic at times.

-I’m big on wearing what you want in general but especially if you’ve got that 1st, 4th, 10th house Lilith/ Lilith conjunct, square, opposition your ascendant - Reclaim your power and wear. what. you. want. Your confidence will carry you a long way. (Same can apply for Pluto aspecting Asc)

[frameacloud]

This is page number 12 of Theri There, originally posted on November 14, 2005. The image description is in the alt text. Here's the discussion thread for this page.

Notes from when I originally posted it in 2005: "Today’s comic was inspired by a certain thread where Kyoudai mentioned having had an experience of receiving sensory feedback from a phantom limb, as shown. This could be called a rather odd way of having ESP, Extra Sensory Perception. Kitsune are a kind of Japanese mythological creature. They’re shapeshifting fox-spirits, cunning magical tricksters. While I could have shown the kitsune in this comic as being like a real-world fox, I preferred kitsune as depicted in Hiroshige’s prints."

Notes from posting this again in 2025: When I was younger, phantom limbs were one of many things that I thought of within a framework of paranormal phenomena. Though it is common for people to think of their phantoms in a spiritual way, that isn't necessary for having them. Even for people who don't think of them that way, sometimes folks do tend to feel more alert about obstacles near their phantom. It's all part of the range of how people experience phantom limb phenomena, and some of it can seem strange.

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

pommi, ragtha and jax with a s/o who is a an fox plushie that has springs instead of limbs?

I'm going to give the reader typical "fox" characteristics. Like being a wise trickster and such. Just because I can :)

Ps: sorry but I couldn't think of anything for Ragatha

Pomni and Jax X fox Reader who has spring limbs

Pomni

★ You helped her feel at home when she first came into the picture. There where numerous things she didn't understand in the new world she's in. As much as she appreciates Ragatha trying to make her feel better, it's not what she needs.

★ She needs someone who will tell her the truth without sugarcoating it. Someone who can answer questions without making her feel like a child. please, listen to her talk. She has so much that needs to come off her chest.

★ Her favorite part of you is the soft fur. Specifically the tail. It makes for a really nice fidget toy. Sometimes she finds herself running her hand through it absentmindedly.

★ She sleeps better when she is with you. Naps are always better with something to cuddle up with. The hard wire that makes up your arms and legs can be padded with pillows to feel softer.

★ You two have a lot of self care dates. They were your idea. Though skin care and things of that sort don't really do anything to your digital bodies, it's still really relaxing.

Jax

★ A fox and a rabbit? Good luck with that. Jax would be extra mean to you your first few days in the digital circus. Just so you don't get any ideas.

★ Fortunately for you, a charming smile and the right words at the right time can leave him captivated. Are you trying to play with his feelings, or are you actually hitting on him?

★ Fortunately for his heart. You actually like the menace to society. Good luck putting up with a smug, cocky, jerk like him. Oh who am I kidding, that's probably why you like him.

★ He's not looking out for you. If you and those arms get tangled up he won't be helping you. You can take care of yourself. There's no need for a "Knight in shining armor" to come save you.

...That's what he tells you, anyway.

★ In reality, he'd try to keep you together. If you're in a tricky spot he might pull you out of it and leave you to pick yourself up. Nothing more. Nothing less.

★ Behind closed doors he's marginally better to you. He, gets this, helps you untangle yourself after pushing you around! Wow. So kind of him! Maybe he will even apologize for stretching you across the digital lake like a rubber band?

[blackbloodteeth]

@bcbdrums Happy Secret Santa! The original gifter unfortunately couldn't really make it, so old man yaoi to the rescue haha (we meet again haha)

This was originally going to be a little sillier but that wasn't really working out, so they look a little cooler now haha (can't say it couldn't happen in canon at some point hah)

Bonus doodle that I saved and an unrelated snippet below:

Spirit has no idea if Stein is doing it like this intentionally haha

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His steps start to slow down shortly after entering the room, eyebrows furrowing at his meister cackling to himself in the corner – quite literally as Franken has nearly wedged himself against the wall with the chair facing away from him. "What on Earth are you doing back here?"

"Oh, Senpai –" Spirit preemptively pockets his hands into his suit while Stein turns to face him, a suspicious look of giddiness and a handful of… beans? "– Did you need something?"

"I wasn't really going to say yes, but now I need to know what twisted experiment I'm going to be stopping now."

Another chuckle twitches across his mouth before Stein wheels himself on over, presenting the small dried beans sitting in his palm as- wait why are they moving.

"Cydia saltitans." He watches on in horrid fascination at the tiny hopping legumes and presence of their scientific name.

"More commonly known as Mexican jumping beans." He continues to watch on in horrid fascination when an entire see-through container of them is lifted up to him. "Well, more specifically the larva of the jumping bean moth, neither of which actually being legumes."

Spirit finally remembers to blink again while gawking back at Franken's giddy smiling. "…Jumping… beans?"

"Yes. Here, hold some."

One can not be entirely sure if it was by sheer bafflement or just the helpless willingness to go along with whatever plan his meister dropped upon him that Spirit finds himself already holding out one of his hands, beans bestowed upon his palm, yet here he is anyway. Lost and four jumping beans richer like Jack before having to face a rather cumbersome magic beanstalk.

"Well.. consider me bean-boozled…"

"No, too obvious," Franken hums disapprovingly.

Spirit blinks at him again. "…Sorry, I guess I jumped to that too quickly, I think I can do moth better than that low-hanging fruit."

In an instant, Stein snickers into one of those mischievous grins of his, which for him was the equivalent of an uproarious applause. Looks like he's still got it.

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Yes, not only did I have the amusing thought that Stein likes to collect bugs (the weirder, the better), but that of course Spirit keeps bad dad jokes up his sleeve and Stein actually delights in groan-inducing puns hahaha. He always felt like a bit of a trickster to me, so the two make a very silly duo.

(And what's the deal with the jumping beans, anyway?)

Oh hey, because my brain is truly unmitigated chaos, here's some other ideas I thought about doing, 'cause why not:

Spirit is finally going to prank Stein back after all these years he's endured, however Stein can already see him coming and always pranks back harder.

Stein is temporarily taking care of guinea pig, and decides to tease Spirit by pretending it's for an experiment.

Stein helps tie Spirit's hair up in a ponytail like how he used to wear one, out of curiosity. (I wonder how Stein would look in a man bun...)

Spirit sees himself as a fox, but Stein sees him as a hound. I had to stop myself from doing something werewolf-related again and that one scene in the anime isn't helping.

Stein is indifferent about Christmas, but loves sweaters and believes there's an art to the ugly ones. Coincidentally this makes it easier and harder to gift to him because he is surprisingly picky about them sometimes (could be Spirit's tastes hah).

Speaking of sweaters, it would be really funny to put these two in one of those two-person sweaters.

Stein probably has an entire collection of sweaters he just stitches together as a hobby. Say what you will about the man, he could probably sow anything at this point.

Do you think Stein would be one of those sweater-knitting grandpas.

Okay I'm losing track of myself again haha, hope this silly assortment is enjoyable!

I will say though, I also had an idea a little while ago where Stein takes Spirit to see a strange ram witch because Spirit has been cursed so that he can't leave his scythe form. Went a little something like the witch asking for one of the screws in Stein's coat pocket, which he swears wasn't there before, and the witch then uses it to guide them in the right direction. A strange but helpful fellow, that one.

[leonawriter]

DCMK shapeshifter-adjacent AU where everyone has animal traits of some kind. There's no "family of [cat/dog/etc]" but the kind of animal someone is gets found out over time as they grow up, or just suddenly when they're a little kid. Sometimes it's a private thing, and sometimes they don't care at all. But overall it's only a tangential thing; people are still more human than they are animal. It might be weird for someone whose soul connects with pigs to eat pork, but it's not cannibalism.

So then we have Saguru, who did a little research on Kaitou Kid before coming to Japan, and who asks all the questions and follows the trails, and based on the profile he has of Kaitou Kid, he becomes convinced that Kid is a fox-spirit. After all, how could a trickster who effectively shapeshifts like that not be a kitsune?

Only then he starts going to school with Kaito, and finds out that Kaito IS Kid, and his worldview shifts because-

Kaito is decidedly not a fox.

It confuses him to no end, but that's the truth. He sees absolutely no sign of fox ears or a fox tail at any time, and no sign of anything else that would suggest it either. And given his own nature, the urge to chase and hunt does come out, but it's purely because he's Kaito, and not the instinct of dog-chase-fox he would have assumed was there.

(Saguru is a golden retriever. His father did sigh somewhat when they realised, wishing that he could have been a little more presentable, but his mother adores them both and he'd never intended to ingratiate himself into high society anyway.)

He finds out what Kaito is during the summer.

Aoko - a blue-eyed cat herself - had been brushing out Kaito's unruly hair since it had somehow gained enough adornments of twigs and leaves to look like he was trying to be a bird's nest, and Kaito was happy to simply sit and let it happen, although grumbling and complaining whenever she pulled on a tangle.

Saguru had watched, amused, while he'd been eating his lunch. Halfway through, Aoko had finished and Kaito moved from where he was to flop next to Saguru himself, leaving him nonplussed.

He thinks that if he moves, then Kaito - easily startled at the best of times, even when comfortable and confident - will disappear.

Aoko only rolls her eyes at them both as he tries to finish his meal in an unnerved slowness, and lets her tail whack against Kaito's face when she turns away from them both with a muttered "Dumb rabbit."

(He finds out that he'd been half right on the ball assuming that Kaitou Kid was a fox some months after that enlightening moment. Kaito may not be, but his father on the other hand - the original Kaitou Kid whose reputation had come first - definitely was.)

[whencyclopedia]

Saynday Tales

Saynday tales are popular legends of the Kiowa nation featuring the trickster figure Saynday who, like other Native American tricksters, sometimes appears as a hero, sometimes as a villain, and other times as a clownish buffoon. Two of the best-known Saynday tales are How Saynday Got the Sun and Saynday and Smallpox: The White Man's Gift.

In Summer, Kiowa

F. A. Rinehart (Public Domain)

In these two tales, Saynday is the hero, bringing light to the whole world in the first story and, in the second, redirecting Death away from the Kiowa, his people, and toward the Pawnee, their enemy.

Text

The following are taken from Saynday's People: The Kiowa Indians and the Stories They Told by Alice Marriott and from American Indian Mythology by Alice Marriott and Carol K. Rachlin.

How Saynday Got the Sun

Saynday was coming along, and all the world was black as midnight. There was no sun on this side of the world and all the people were in darkness. The sun belonged to the people on the other side, and they always kept it near them, close by, so that nobody could take it from them.

As Saynday was coming along, he met some of the animals. They were Fox and Deer and Magpie. They were all sitting together by a prairie dog hole, talking about these things.

"What's the matter?" said Saynday.

"We don't like this world," said Fox.

"And what's wrong with the world?" said Saynday.

"We don't like all this dark," replied Deer.

"Now, what is wrong with the darkness?" asked Saynday.

"It won't let things live and grow and be happy," said Magpie.

"Well, I guess we'd better do something about it, then," said Saynday.

So, the four of them sat by the prairie dog hole, and they thought and thought and thought. They were so quiet that the prairie dog stuck his head up and, when he saw them, he stayed still and joined in the thinking.

"There is a sun," said Saynday at last.

"Where is it?" asked Fox.

"It is on the other side of the world," said Saynday.

"What's it doing over there?" asked Deer.

"The people who have got it won't let it go," answered Saynday.

"What good is it to us, then?" asked Magpie.

"Not any," said Saynday. "I guess we'd better do something about it."

So, they sat, and they thought, and they sat, and they thought some more. Then none of them moved at all.

Then Saynday said, "We could go and borrow that sun."

"It wouldn't really be stealing," said Fox.

"We don't want to keep it for always," said Saynday.

"We'd give it back to them sometimes," said Deer.

"Then things could live and grow on their side of the world," said Magpie.

"But they'd live and grow on this side, too," replied Saynday.

Then Saynday got busy, because he'd finished his thinking. He could begin to do things now.

"How far can you run?" he asked Fox.

"A long, long way," said Fox.

"How far can you run?" he asked Deer.

"A short, long way," said Deer.

"How far can you run?" he asked Magpie.

"A long, short way," said Magpie.

"I can't run very far, myself," said Saynday, "So I guess I'll have to take it last."

Then he lined them all up and told them what to do. Fox was to go to the village on the other side of the earth and make friends with the people who lived there. That was the first thing to do, and the hardest. So, Fox got ready and started out.

Fox traveled a long, long way, feeling his way along in the dark. Then there was a tiny rim of light on the edge of the world, like the sun coming up in the wintertime. He traveled towards the rim of light, and it got brighter and brighter, until it was a big, blazing light and it filled all the sky ahead of him. Then he was up on a hill, and down below him was the village of the people with the sun. Fox sat down on the hilltop and watched them while he made up his mind what to do.

The people were playing a game with the sun. They were lined up on two sides, and each side had four spears. They would roll the sun along the ground, like a big ball, and take turns throwing the spears at it. The side that hit the most times won. One side was way ahead, the other side was losing badly.

Fox went down the hill into the village and lay on the ground with his nose on his paws and watched them play. They rolled the sun again, and the side that was ahead won more points, and the side that was behind lost again. So Fox said, quietly, just so the captain of the losing side could hear him, "Good luck to the losers."

Nobody paid any attention, except the captain, and he just turned his head for a minute. Then they rolled the sun again and, this time, the losing side won. The captain came over and said to Fox, "Thank you for wishing us well."

"Good luck to your winning," said Fox and, this time, the losing side won again.

Then they had some excitement. The side that had been winning before wanted to send Fox away, but the side that was losing wanted to keep him there. They fought and bickered and argued, but Fox's side was the strongest and, in the end, he stayed.

Fox stayed and stayed and stayed and stayed in that village. He stayed until he knew it better than his own home. He stayed until he knew the names of all the people, and what they did, and where they lived. He stayed until he found out who had the sun when they weren't playing and until he knew all the men who watched it. He stayed until he knew the rules of the game they played, and even played himself. All this time, he was making a plan.

One day, they had a big game. It was to decide the champions for that year. Fox was playing on the side he had wished luck to in the beginning. Everyone else rolled the sun first because they had all been playing first, before he came. Then it was Fox's turn to roll. He took the sun in his paws the way they'd taught him and bent over as if he were going to send it along the ground. But, instead of rolling it, he got a good start on his running, and he ran off with the sun.

For the first minute, the people were so surprised they didn't know what to do. Then they were mad, and they started running after Fox. But Fox was a fast runner and could run a long, long way. That was why Saynday had put him first. He ran and ran and, at last, he caught up to Deer.

Deer didn't even look at the sun. He grabbed it from Fox and started running with it himself. He ran and ran and, just when he was about to give out, he caught up with Magpie.

The sun village people were so far behind now that they couldn't even be seen, but Magpie didn't take any chances. He started running with that sun, going as fast and as far as he could go. And, just when his breath was gone, he came up to Saynday and handed the sun to him.

The sun people were so far behind now that Saynday didn't even bother to run. He just walked along with the sun over his shoulder like a huge sack of meat. He walked along so easy that the others all caught up to him. When they were back at their old prairie dog hole, they all sat down to rest.

"Well, now we have the sun," said Saynday.

"Now we have light," said Fox.

"Now we can see what we're doing and where we're going," said Saynday.

"Now we can travel around," said Deer.

"Now plants will come up out of the ground and grow," said Saynday.

"Now there will be trees to live in," said Magpie.

"I guess we brought light to our world," said Saynday.

But the trouble was, there was too much light. It had been dark all the time before, and now it was light all the time. People could travel around all right, but they got tired, because it was light and so they were traveling all the time. The plants and the trees could grow, but they never stopped growing. Magpie and his wife went to bed in a tree ten feet off the ground and woke up in twenty-foot tree. It was all very annoying.

Finally, the three friends went to go see Saynday, who was sitting on the ground in front of his lodge, admiring the sun shining on the ground in front of him.

"What's the matter?" he said.

"There is too much light," said Fox.

"We don't want so much," added Deer.

"We don't need this much," said Magpie.

"What can we do?" asked Saynday.

"Try putting the sun somewhere else, I guess," said Fox.

"That is a good idea," said Saynday.

He put the sun in the lodge – but it shone right through the walls.

"Put it up off the ground," said Deer.

"All right," said Saynday, and he balanced it on top of the tip-top of the lodge.

Poof! Whoosh! It burned the whole lodge down.

"Well, then, throw it away," said Magpie.

"All right," said Saynday, "I don't want the old thing."

And he threw it straight up in the sky – and there it hung.

"That's a good place for it, actually," said Fox.

"It's far away enough not to burn things," said Saynday.

"It's got plenty of room to move around," said Deer.

"It can travel from one side of the world to the other," said Saynday.

"Now things can grow a little at a time," declared Magpie.

"And now all the people on both sides of the world can share the light evenly," said Saynday.

And that's the way it was, and that's the way it still is, to this day.

Saynday and Smallpox: The White Man's Gift

Saynday was coming along and, as he came, he saw that all his world had changed. Where the buffalo herds used to graze, he saw white-faced cattle. The Washita River, which once ran bankful with clear water, was soggy with red mud. There were no deer or antelope in the brush or skittering across the high plains. No white tipis rose proudly against the blue sky; settlers' soddies dented the hillsides and the creek banks.

'My time has come,' Saynday thought to himself. 'The world I lived in is dead. Soon, the Kiowa people will be fenced like the white man's cattle, and they cannot break out of the fences because the barbed wire will tear their flesh. I can't help my people any longer by staying with them. My time has come – and I will have to go away from the changed world.'

Off across the prairie, Saynday saw a dark spot coming toward him from the east, moving very slowly.

'That's strange, too,' Saynday thought to himself. 'The East is the place of birth and of new life. The things that come from the East come quickly; they come dancing and alive. This thing comes as slowly as death to an old man. I wonder what it is?'

Almost absent-mindedly, Saynday started walking eastward. As he went, the spot grew larger and, after a while, Saynday saw that it was a man on a horse.

The horse was black, but it had been powdered to roan with the red dust that the plows had stirred up when they slashed open the plains. Red dust spotted the man's clothing – a black suit and a high hat, like a missionary's. Red dust blurred his features, but behind the dust, Saynday could see that the man's face was pitted with terrible scars.

The stranger drew rein and sat looking at Saynday. The black roan horse lifted one sore hoof and drooped its head as if it were too weary to carry its burden any farther.

"Who are you?" the stranger asked.

"I'm Saynday. I'm the Kiowa's Old Uncle Saynday. I'm the one who's always coming along."

"I never heard of you," the stranger said. "And I never heard of the Kiowas. Who are they?"

"The Kiowas are my people," Saynday said and, even in that hard time, he stood up proudly, like a man. "Who are you?"

"I'm Smallpox," the man answered.

"And I never heard of you," said Saynday. "Where do you come from and what do you do and why are you here?"

"I come from far away, across the Eastern Ocean," Smallpox answered. "I am one with the white men – they are my people as the Kiowas are yours. Sometimes I travel ahead of them and sometimes I lurk behind. But I am always their companion, and you will find me in their camps and in their houses."

"What do you do?" Saynday repeated.

"I bring death," Smallpox replied. "My breath causes children to wither like young plants in spring snow. I bring destruction. No matter how beautiful a woman is, once she has looked at me, she becomes as ugly as death. And to men I bring not death alone, but the destruction of their children and the blighting of their wives. The strongest warriors go down before me. No people who have looked on me will ever be the same." And he chuckled low and hideously. With his raised forearm, Smallpox pushed the dust off his face, and Saynday saw the scars that disfigured it.

For a moment, Saynday shut his eyes against the sight, and then he opened them again. "Does that happen to all the people you visit?" he inquired.

"Every one of them," said Smallpox. "It will happen to your Kiowa people, too. Where do they live? Take me to them and then I will spare you, although you have seen my face. If you do not lead me to your people, I will breathe on you and you will die, no matter whose Old Uncle you are." And, although he did not breathe on Saynday, Saynday smelled the reek of death that surrounded him.

"My Kiowa people are few and poor already," Saynday said, thinking fast as he talked. "They aren't worth your time and trouble."

"I have time and I don't have to take any trouble," Smallpox told him. "Even one person whom I blot out, I can count."

"Oh," said Saynday. "Some of your ways are like the Kiowa, then. You count the enemies that you touch."

"I have no enemies," said Smallpox. "Man, woman, or child – humanity is all alike to me. I was brought here to kill. But, yes, I count those I destroy. White men always count: cattle, sheep, chickens, children, the living, and the dead. You say the Kiowas do the same thing?"

"Only the enemies they touch," Saynday insisted. "They never count living people – men are not cattle; any more than women and children are."

"Then how do you know the Kiowa are so few and poor?" Smallpox demanded.

"Oh, anybody can see that for himself," Saynday said. "You can look at a Kiowa camp and tell how small it is. We're not like the Pawnee. They have great houses, half underground, in big villages by the rivers, and every house is full of people."

"I like that," Smallpox observed. "I can do my best work when people are crowded together."

"Then you'd like the Pawnee," Saynday assured him. "They're the ones that almost wiped out the Kiowa; that's why we are so few and so poor. Now we run away, whenever we see a stranger coming, because he might be a Pawnee."

"I suppose the Pawnee never run away," Smallpox sneered.

"They couldn't if they wanted to," Saynday replied. "The Pawnee are rich. They have piles of robes; they have lots of cooking pots and plenty of bedding – they keep all kinds of things in those underground houses of theirs. The Pawnee can't run away and leave all their wealth."

"Where did you say they live?" Smallpox asked, thoughtfully.

"Oh, over there," Saynday said, jerking his chin to the north.

"And they are rich, and live in houses, with piles of robes to creep into and hide?"

"That's the Pawnee," Saynday said, jauntily. He began to feel better. The deathly smell was not so strong now.

"I think I'll go and visit the Pawnee first," Smallpox remarked. "Later on, perhaps, I can get back to the Kiowa."

"You do that," directed Saynday. "Go and visit the Pawnee and, when you grow tired there from all the work you have to do, come back and visit my poor people. They'll do all they can for you."

"Good," said Smallpox. He picked up his reins and jerked his weary horse awake. "Tell your people, when I come, to be ready for me. Tell them to put out all their fires. Fire is the only thing in the whole world that I am afraid of. It's the only thing in God's world that can destroy me."

Saynday watched Smallpox and his death horse traveling north, away from the Kiowa. Then he took out his flint and steel and set fire to the spindly prairie grass at his feet. The winds came and picked up the fire and carried it to make a ring of safety around the Kiowa camps.

"Perhaps I can still be some good to my people after all," Saynday said to himself, feeling better.

And that's the way it was, and that's the way it is, to this good day.

Continue reading...

[osamucide]

thrilled for @chuuminn’s NYE party!!! Dazai and I will be attending as il lupo mannaro and the kitsune :)

details below —

at first glance, Italian and Japanese myth and folklore are vastly different — and understandably so. as folks of two widely geographically-separated cultures, we pulled back a bit to consider the threads that tend to run universally throughout cultural myth and folklore and ended up finding an interesting commonality in the shapeshifting beings of the Italian lupo mannaro and the Japanese kitsune!

the kitsune is a Japanese fox spirit with the ability to take a human form, sometimes regarded as a trickster, sometimes more as a guardian; il lupo mannaro is what most English speakers refer to as a werewolf, a human with the ability to turn into a wolf. not only do we embody our own ethnicities, but both supernatural beings often serve as metaphors or symbols for duality and human moral ambiguity — fitting for two mafiosi-turned-detectives, wouldn’t you agree?

and yes, we both treated ourselves to claw acrylics for the occasion.

may 2025 bless you! x

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-02-26

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ A Love of His Own by 4everdramaqueen • 〔A᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Loki saves you from President Loki and then falls for you."

✑ Awful Things by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Fresh off the interrogation, Loki is emboldened to make a move."

✑ Back in Your Arms by sserpente • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Imagine [working for] the T.V.A. [after wreaking] havoc across the sacred timeline in a desperate attempt to bring Loki, your husband, back to life. When the T.V.A. captures [his Variant], all the pain and grief... finally makes way for relief and [unconditional love]. [However] when you finally meet again... he doesn't know who you are..."

✑ Control by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki loves to be in control, but it looks like the trickster has just as much fun when you take it."

✑ Enjoy the Little Things by starks-hero • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: Stranded on Lamentis, the weight of the situation begins to set in on you. Loki decides to comfort you with a little magic.

✑ Escaping the T.V.A. by anonymousfiction211 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki escapes and ends up alone in the room where Mobius showed him the clips of his life. He finds a tape with [your] name on it, his former best friend and love-interest. Curiosity got the better of him and he decides to play the tape, which lead to something even Loki hadn't forseen."

✑ He's Me She's Mine by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Loki gets jealous... Of himself...

✑ Love that Could Have Been by aurora-star-wars • 〔A〕 •

Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train

✑ My King￨Prt. II by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "He Who Remains tempts Loki with a throne, with Asgard, with you… How long will paradise last before it starts crumbling?"

✑ Nexus by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Nothing Gold by beyondspaceandstars • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Loki thought you were gone forever but suddenly there you were. In the TVA library and you didn't recognize him."

✑ Overtime￨Prt. II by cleo-fox • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Sometimes, working overtime isn't that bad.

✑ See You in Another Lifetime by munsons-maiden • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Loki is forced to watch his life play out on the T.V.A. screen —and his future catches up with him."

✑ Special Care by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F〕 •

Synopsis: "After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that."

✑ Through the Whole Universe by wewritesoyoucanenjoy • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You're] new to the T.V.A., and Mobius leaves [you] in charge of Loki."

✑ Timeless by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: While doing research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.

✑ To the Daisy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You're] a librarian working for the T.V.A. and [you] can't help but take a liking to Loki, the newest threat to the Sacred Timeline. The two [of you] bond over poetry and well, things might just take off..."

✑ Yggdrasil by smolvenger • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Your husband, the god of mischief, has made the ultimate sacrifice for his friends, and the world...he lives, but now he is alone...that is until you choose to join him in his solitude and make a life there."

✑ A Sleepy God by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •

✑ Absolutely Not by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •

✑ All it Took was a Timepad by x-childish-x • 〔F〕 •

✑ Always by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Archived by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ Arrogant by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Comfort by randomfandomimagines • 〔C〕 •

✑ Goodbye by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Honeymoon, the by smolvenger • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Kid, the by dyns33 • 〔A᜶C〕 • 𑁍 •

✑ Last Minutes by laufeyamp • 〔A᜶C〕 •

✑ Lesson Learnt by daddypascal17 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Loki's Theory by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Mischief Wrath by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ My Loki by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Pie Thief by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Pulled from the Timeline by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Revelations by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔F᜶A〕 •

✑ Warm by munsons-maiden • 〔F〕 •

✑ Loki Falling for Mobius' Daughter… by bakugousaysdie • 〔F〕 •

✑ Loki Falling for You, a TVA Agent… by oswildin • 〔F〕 •

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Authors: @4everdramaqueen || @anonymousfiction211 || @aurora-starwars || @bakugousaysdie || @beyondspaceandstars || @cleo-fox || @daddypascal17 || @dyns33 || @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds || @fluffyfantasticducky || @gone-to-fight-the-fairies || @laufeyamp || @lokisgoodgirl || @muddyorbsblr || @munsons-maiden || @oswildin || @randomfandomimagine || @smolvenger || @spilledkauffie || @sserpente || @starks-hero || @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction || @wewritesoyoucanenjoy || @wheredafandomat || @writings-of-a-british-fangirl || @x-childish-x || @yetanotherhiddlestoner ||

[pawtasticpuppers]

TIPS TO MAKE A FURSONA: PT. 1

Hello! Im Cereal (Or Vinny!!) ive been in the furry community for almost 5 years now and draw for a living, and today im teaching you:

How to make your fursona!

When you first join the furry fandom, while its optional, you may want to make a fursona to represent your anthro self! But if you dont know what it is, I have a definition! A fursona (a combination of "furry" and "persona") is essentially an anthropomorphized animal character that represents a person in the furry community. Someone's fursona usually reflects some aspects of the person's own personality, hobbies, and interests. It can be anything from a simple drawing to a detailed 3D model, cosplay, or even a full-body costume (fursuit). People use their fursonas to express themselves and interact with each other in the furry community.. Some of the most common fursonas in the furry fandom include foxes, wolves, cats, and dogs. Some less common but still popular fursonas are bears, raccoons, rabbits, and bats. There are also many mythical or fictional animals that furries may choose as their fursona, such as dragons, and unicorns (popularized by MLP) Some furries may even create hybrid fursonas, like tiger-dragon or wolf-cat. The most "basic" (no shame in this!) is the Wolf. Its generally seen as the default! Some uncommon fursonas in the furry fandom include:

Elephants

Sloths

Giraffes

Zebras

Deer

Owls

Penguins

Hedgehogs (Excluding Sonic!!!)

Turtles

Fish

Bats

Rhinos

Otters

Seals

Walruses

Anteaters

Scorpions

Snakes

Worms (yes, really, and they are beautiful.)

Some stereotypes about certain fursona species include: Wolves: Alpha males, tough and strong. Foxes: Sly, cunning, and quick-witted. Cats: Independent, aloof, and often aloof. Bears: Big, burly, and often cuddly. Rabbits: Soft, sweet, and cuddly. Dragons: Majestic, powerful, and sometimes aloof. Tigers: Strong, fierce, and independent. Owls: Wise, mysterious, and nocturnal. Pandas: Laid-back, cute, and clumsy. But!! Foxes have a very odd stereotype The "femboy fox" stereotype likely arose from a combination of factors. Historically, foxes in folklore and mythology have often been depicted as cunning, deceptive, and even trickster-like figures. This has often led some people to stereotype foxes as being sneaky, sly, and somewhat devious. Additionally, foxes are generally considered cute animals, which may have contributed to the idea of some foxes being portrayed as more feminine or "cute" in artwork and other media. Ultimately, the femboy fox stereotype is likely just a byproduct of these various factors and how foxes are commonly portrayed in popular culture.

Is it bad to fall into these stereotypes? ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! Everyone is unique and can make whatever they want!! Now that we have gotten past species and what a fursona is, now how to make one!

Creating a fursona is an exciting and creative endeavor that allows individuals to express their identity through an anthropomorphic animal character. To begin, start by contemplating what characteristics resonate with you personally. Consider traits such as personality, interests, and even your values. For instance, if you’re adventurous and energetic, you might choose a fox or a wolf, both of which are often associated with such qualities. Alternatively, if you identify with gentleness and nurturing tendencies, a deer or a rabbit could encapsulate those traits effectively. Using the aesthetics, traits and looks can help on the design aspects of your fursona. Think about the species you want to represent, the colors of their fur, and any additional markings or patterns that could convey your personality better. Many fursonas also include unique features, like bright-colored accents or accessories that reflect hobbies or interests—such as headphones for a music lover or goggles for an aspiring pilot. Drawing inspiration from various sources, including real animals, mythology, and even pop culture, can help you visualize and refine your fursona’s look!!!

Once you have a basic idea of your fursona's personality and design, it's time to give them a name. This name can be a reflection of their traits, an amalgamation of words you love, or even a play on words. The right name can further embody the essence of your character and make them feel more real to you. Finally, consider how you want to portray your fursona in different contexts, such as social media, art, or even attending conventions. Engaging with the furry community can also provide support and inspiration, as sharing your fursona with others often leads to meaningful connections and friendships among fellow enthusiasts. Creating a fursona is a journey of self-discovery and imagination, allowing you to explore facets of yourself in a fun and artistic way.

Here are some names! John William James Robert Michael David Richard Thomas Charles Joseph Mark Paul Peter Daniel Andrew Matthew Chris Christopher Sarah Elizabeth Mary Jennifer Emily Jessica Anna Amanda Hannah Ashley Leah Rachel Sophia Samantha Madison Olivia Emma Grace

[fox-fact-friday]

Throughout human history, foxes appear in many different pieces of mythology and folklore. Foxes are often depicted as tricksters capable of outwitting most humans, but sometimes they can be depicted as being wise or kind or just plain magical.

Few animals have the cultural history that foxes have, and even fewer have such consistency in their depictions throughout history and across cultures.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

⚔Wouldn't You Like🏛 AU, The Gods of Genosha, Krakoa, and the Human Kingdoms:

Charles Xavier/Cerebro: one of the kings of the gods, is the god of the mind and learning, can control minds, influence thoughts, heal inner pain, cause hallucinations, and puppeteer others; has a moving throne of metal and stardust; sometimes wears a helmet with an X on it; is married to Erik/Magneto, the other king of the gods; his symbols include: twined branches, mourning doves, ravens, and peridots, jades, and emeralds...

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto: the other king of the gods, is the god of metals and justice, can control any metal, make anything from metal, is immune to certain powers, can manipulate iron in the blood, and uses metal to summon or throw lightning; has a helm of metal, a cape of silver, and usually his face is unseen; is married to Charles/Cerebro, one of the kings of the gods; his symbols include: shields, helmets, crossed spears, eagles, and titanium, iron, and silver...

Ororo Munroe/Storm: is the goddess of all weather as well as motherhood, can summon any kind of storm (snow, sand, thunder, etc.), can control lightning and the winds, can make the sun shine or make it rain; has a cape/cloak of clouds, hair of mists, and fastenings of gold; her symbols include: clouds, raindrops, lightning bolts, cranes, and blue/yellow topaz, aquamarine, and diamond

Raven Darkholme/Mystique: goddess of trickery, deceit, and secrets, can turn into any person or animal, is able to spy in any form, and is the wife of the minor goddess Destiny, who sees the future; appears naked, but is always blue, wears a belt and loincloth of white or black silk, sometimes a top of white or black; her symbols include: blue snakes, blue moons and stars, tragedy/comedy masks, and sapphires and garnets...

Logan Howlett/Wolverine: god of the wilderness and protection, as well as small woodland predators (ex. wolverines, badgers, foxes, wolves, coyotes, etc.), can go into a berserker mode, has six sharp, gleaming claws of poisonous metal, can take on an army of hundreds of soldiers, can bring out the protective side of others, can make a person become like an animal; wears a jacket or coat of brown leather, and pants or a loincloth of faded blue or black; is the brother of the older (and dual) god of nature and the wild, Victor/Sabretooth; his symbols include crossed claws or swords, badgers and wolverines, and howlite, hawk's eye, and jasper

Victor Creed/Sabretooth: dual god of nature and the hunt, as well as large predators (ex. smilodons, tigers, lions, bears, etc.), can fall into berserker mode, lives by his instincts, can drive men into insane rage/bloodlust, can destroy an entire kingdom barehanded, is also a god of protection; is the older brother of Logan/Wolverine, the autumn side of nature to his winter; wears large furred coats and jackets, or loincloth of golden or brown; his symbols include: tigers, lions, fanged skulls, curved, clawed footprints, and tiger's eye, amber, and gold + pyrite...

Hank McCoy/Beast: god of science, teaching, medicine, and literature, possess great strength of body and mind, knows the secrets of medicine, has scrolls and stone tablets of ancient texts, has taught medicine and shared written language with kingdoms past, and is both a lover and a fighter; is fluffy and dark blue/indigo, has little need for cloths, but will wear dark blue/black pants or cloths; his symbols include: gorillas, lions, scrolls, quills, medicinal herbs, and labradorite, obsidian, and turquoise...

Kevin Sydney/Morph: deity of cunning, mirth and merriment, comedy and tragedy, and change, can take any form and any power, can cause madness, is a master trickster, tends to help down-on-their-luck mortals; is a good friend of Logan/Wolverine; wears a cloth/toga, can be naked or covered in a jacket or clothes, usually in shades of brown, yellow, or blue; their symbols include: chameleons, vipers, butterflies/moths, caterpillars, masks, and opals, color-changing sapphires/garnets, and pearls

(They all had once trained and given a gift/blessing (a mutation) to Reader, but after The Fight, they rarely speak of them... no one can ever speak ill of Reader in their presence or where they can hear, lest they earn the wrath of any of them... they try to be better mentors (read: parents) to the new demigods...)

[recreationalfanfics]

Buddha + Loki falling for a Native! Diety s/o

Because as a native American woman who SIMPS for fictional men, it'd be nice to see fanfics of Native readers. Idk all the mythologies of other tribes so I'll try my best to keep it as Pan-Native American as possible! Obviously anyone can read this but just understand to respect the culture and know this is tailored to Native readers!

Buddha:

- The both of you weren't so different in terms of your beliefs and philosophies, in fact, Buddha had admired you and your people's culture from afar and it was mutual on your side as well.

- You were a God for much longer than he was and he swore you were the only one who still retained any love for your people.

- So he wasn't surprised when he saw you sided with the Valkyries, unable to stop himself from smiling everytime he saw the soft and adoring look you'd give the humans as they cheered for their champions.

- Your people called you The Creator, however, you felt as though that title might be a bit to...pretentious to go by when you were around other gods so you simply went by (Y/n), instead.

- But it was a fitting title, in Buddha's eyes. Many times when he allowed you to sit under his tree with him as he napped did he secretly open his eyes and see you sculpt creatures out of clay, breathing life into them and setting them down as you chuckled and petted them.

- You were humble, kind, and ethereal...even by a God's standards in his eyes.

- You'd be surprised with how down bad Buddha is for you tbh, you figured because of his easy going and calm disposition that he simply tolerated your prescence until one day when he offered you one of his snacks.

"For me?" You blinked in surprise, the bobcat you were sculpting now pushed into the back of your mind as you saw the treat being held before you. Buddha smiled and shrugged as he handed the lollipop to you, "I don't see anyone else here other than us."

"Hmm, I always figured you to be stingy with your snacks." You teased slightly but considering how its seen as rude to you and your people to turn down whatever you're offered, you gently set the clay animal in your lap and went to reach for the lollipop until you remembered...ah, yes, clay covered your hands.

Buddha seemed to notice your hesitance and sat up, crossing his legs and unwrapping the lollipop he was meant to give you. You watched carefully before he finally held it up to your lips.

"Let me help with that." He said suavely, a smirk on his lips.

You felt your face heat up at his actions but instead smiled and obligingly opened your mouth and smiled as he pushed the lollipop in, but then, as if nothing happened, he continued to lay down and nap and you continued to sculpt. However, the smiles you both shared were hard to wipe off as you continued to bask in the comfortable silence.

Loki:

- Creator Gods and Loki didn't really mix, but it wasn't hard to see why. Tricksters weren't exactly seen in the best light in most cultures, so a Trickster God didn't have that much better of a reputation. It also probably didn't help how often he liked to mess with them.

- But you, you were different. Trickster stories were quite common in your culture and while they were sometimes punished, they were also portrayed as heroes too sometimes.

- He suspected that you yourself, the esteemed Creator who made creatures from clay, seemed to enjoy tricksters. Unlike the other hoity-toity gods and goddesses who'd shoo or chase him away, you'd smile as you sensed his prescence and would make casual conversation.

- Many other dieties have called Loki many names, mostly behind his back since few would be bold enough to say them to his face, but you called him the names of many renowned trickster characters from your story. From Coyote, to Fox, to Rabbit.

- Whenever he asked what made you call him "Little Fox" one day to "Tricksy Coyote" the next and so on, you simply responded with a shrug and cheeky grin: "Is it really that hard to figure out? Some days, you remind me of a sneaky little fox but other days, you seem to have the appetite of a coyote looking to cause trouble."

- You understood the importance of balance. Yes dieties like you were important but so were God's like Loki, so you treated him with respect like you would any other God and while that respect was a little one sided for a while, it was clear he started to slowly hold you in high regard.

- Did this stop him from messing with you? No, it absolutely did not, and you weren't foolish enough to believe that you were an exception and that didn't upset you, not in the slightest. After all, he kept things interesting.

- It was a shame that you sided with humanity, although he can't say that he was surprised, you held your people in high regard. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't cheer you on during your battles instead of the side he was supposed to be on.

He knew you would win, there would have been no doubt about it. Perhaps the God against you had underestimated your power, maybe that's what made the fight more entertaining, the way you lowered his gaurd by making yourself seem weaker than you actually were...but perhaps you should leave the trickery to him, dear (Y/n), since you may have gotten a bit too cocky and sustained not a fatal injury, but you still had to see a healer.

You walked down the hallways to the healing wing, holding your side and scolding yourself for getting too prideful too early. Perhaps you should revisit the many stories your people made of warriors and creatures and their consequences of becoming too confident too quick. But, at least you managed to rack in another point for humanity. As the healer was treating you, you tilted your head and smiled softly at them.

"I had no idea you were such a skilled healer, rabbit." You remarked with a warm smile. The healer looked at you in shock but soon transformed into the mischievous green haired God, "Rabbit? That's a new one."

You shrugged and tilted your head: "To what do I owe the pleasure, Loki? I'd assume you'd be throwing a temper tantrum with Zeus and the others."

"But how could I be angry when you were the one I was rooting for?" He asked, giving you a close eyed grin. You raised an eyebrow and opened your mouth, only to be cut off when he held an eagle feather in front of your face.

"This fell off during your hobbling down here too, by the way." He informed. Your eyes widened in worry but he only chuckled at your sudden distress, "Don't worry, I grabbed it before it touched the ground. Honestly, you should be more careful in future battles, I'd hate to see the only God who knows how to have fun get hurt."

Ah, so he was following me,You thought to yourself, your amused smile returning.

"May I?" He asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You nodded and moved your face closer to him, one hand maneuvered gently under your chin to hold your face still and his other intertwining the eagle feather back into your hair. When he was done, he brought his hand back but still kept the one under your chin where it was.

You looked into his violet eyes with half lidded ones.

Hmm, you were wrong. You assumed he was a rabbit, just in a silly little mood ready to play his typical tricks. But you saw the hunger of a coyote in his eyes instead...but not for mischief or chaos for any of the sort.

It looked like he was hungry for you.

[askchilchuck]

You don’t like foxes, but how do you feel about kitsune?

We don’t have them where I’m from, so I don’t have any first hand experience, but I hear they can be a real pain sometimes. I’ve never been a fan of tricksters myself, so I’d like to avoid them if I can.